The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Argus's last sentence was not an exaggeration.

If Sirius was intercepted by Dumbledore, given his character, he would definitely pry the truth from Sirius.

At the same time, he would use Sirius to force the Ministry of Magic to make concessions.

It is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic to hunt down the escaped fugitives. If it has been ineffective, it will inevitably reduce the prestige of the Ministry of Magic among British wizards.

At that time, Dumbledore will come forward with Sirius and the truth of the year, which will not only relieve the pressure on himself, but also regain the expectations of British wizards for him.

Kill two birds with one stone!

"You are right." Fudge nodded slowly.

Fudge is naturally not a fool to be able to reach the position of Minister of Magic.

He figured out the key with a little hint.

Umbridge on the side was full of question marks, and couldn't understand what the two were talking about.

"Minister, Mr. Grindelwald, what's wrong with Dumbledore arresting Sirius?"

"It will be handed over to the Ministry of Magic anyway. If he takes action, won't it be easier for us?"

Fudge was so angry that he almost bled.

Why did he like Umbridge, this idiot!

If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense, just listen to orders!

You have to find a sense of existence!

Can't you learn from Alan Mitchell!

Don't interrupt when your boss is talking!

He glanced at Umbridge coldly and made up his mind.

After leaving Saint Manor, he began to gradually hand over Umbridge's powers to Alan Mitchell.

As for Umbridge himself...just do some errands!

"Umbridge, the Minister is talking to Mr. Grindelwald. As subordinates, we only need to obey orders."

Alan Mitchell naturally would not miss this opportunity to improve his favorability.

Save face for Fudge in time.

Comparing the two, the difference is obvious!

Umbridge wanted to argue, but when she saw that Fudge had no intention of speaking for her, she finally realized that she had asked a stupid question.

She smiled awkwardly, stepped aside, and said nothing more.

Argus never looked at her from beginning to end.

He continued to say to Fudge: "The Ministry of Magic does not need to worry too much about Dumbledore."

"The evidence found by the Ministry of Magic has been made public in the wizarding world. It is Dumbledore who needs to be proved, not you."

"Mr. Grindelwald, you may not know that about the evidence... Actually... There are some omissions..."

Fudge was embarrassed to say that the evidence was forged by himself, and only lied that the evidence was incomplete.

But all his actions were guided by Argus.

How could he not see what he meant!

He just pretended not to know and continued according to Fudge's words.

"The Ministry of Magic has said before that it just wants to ask Dumbledore to investigate, not to convict. Even if there are omissions, what does it matter?"

"Once Dumbledore has collected all the evidence, he can publish all the evidence in the Daily Prophet and let British wizards judge for themselves."

"The series of evidence previously published by the Ministry of Magic has left a deep enough impression on British wizards. It is too late for Dumbledore to refute it."

"Even if he asks the Daily Prophet to make a public statement, there will be many wizards who think that the Ministry of Magic is constrained by his strength and has given in to him."

From the first day when the Daily Prophet published evidence and Dumbledore did not respond, Argus knew that Dumbledore would be blamed!

If public opinion is not extinguished in time before fermentation, it will form a boiling trend!

Even if Dumbledore is really proved to be innocent in the future, not many people will believe it.

After listening to Argus's explanation, Fudge felt that his eyes were suddenly clear.

What he had been thinking about for a long time without success was analyzed thoroughly by Argus in a few words.

I became more and more satisfied with my decision to cooperate with Argus.

…

After Fudge and the others left.

Argus finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Vita and Abernethy looked at each other.

“Argus, it’s getting late. Why don’t you take a rest tonight and look at these documents tomorrow.”

After all, Argus grew up under Vita’s watch.

The mission of a saint is really a bit heavy for a twelve-year-old boy.

Argus looked sleepy and still waved his hand.

“It’s not time to rest yet. There is still something to do tonight.”

“I’ll prepare some midnight snack for you.” Vita didn’t persuade him any more and brought some snacks from the kitchen and put them on the table.

About half an hour later, Alan Mitchell appeared.

“Did Fudge ask you to go to St. Mungo’s Hospital?”

“Yes, he asked me to take someone to look after Harry tomorrow. No one is allowed to approach without the approval of the Ministry of Magic.”

“There is something you need to do.” Argus looked up at Alan Mitchell.

"It has to be done in secret, and no one is allowed to find out."

"Remember, no one!"

Alan Mitchell sensed the seriousness in Argus's tone, and his expression became cautious.

"Ron has a pet mouse, Scabbers."

"I want you to catch it without being discovered by others!"

"It's best to control it with a spell, leaving no chance for escape."

Alan frowned, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

There was confusion in his eyes.

But he didn't ask more, and just agreed.

"Argus, is there any secret in this mouse?" Abernathy was a figure who followed Grindelwald to fight.

Knowing that Argus couldn't possibly be concerned about a mouse for no reason.

He had already guessed something.

Argus didn't want to be exposed, so he shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, I just have some guesses, and I need to use this mouse to confirm them."

"Do you need me to..."

"No, Uncle Abernethy, the fewer people involved in this matter, the better, and now the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts are staring at Harry, only Alan has the chance to take action."

Turning to Alan Mitchell: "Remember, Alan!"

"Be sure to control it as soon as possible, don't give it any time to react or wake up!"

...

Knockturn Alley.

A dirty black dog was shuttling back and forth.

Finally stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden shed.

It was a bit exaggerated to say that it was a wooden shed. At most, it was a few wooden boards placed on the top of the head to block the rain.

It didn't provide any shelter.

A man with gray hair and patched clothes huddled in a corner.

Even though he had nothing to cover his body, there were several newspapers neatly placed at his feet.

At the top was a report about Sirius's escape from prison.

Seeing this, Black Dog's face showed a bit of sadness that only humans have.

Just after taking a few steps in the direction of the man, the man who should have been sleeping suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed Black Dog's neck fiercely!

"It's you! How dare you come to see me!"